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Saturday, July 14, 2012

Leavin' On A Jet Plane

It's about 74 degrees ambient, my compass says I'm heading slightly south of west, and the guy on the intercom says I'm about 75 miles north of Saint Louis at 36,000 feet.

I'm sitting in a chair in the sky, and tooling along at something over 400 KIAS, and surfing the internets, which is pretty cool when you think about it, even if I can't use my wireless mouse on my laptop.

The plane's a A-319, which is bigger than a breadbox but smaller than the latest stretch 737. Still, it dwarfs the little ERJ Brazilian bottle rockets which are the only airliners I've been in since... has it been since 1994?

Cute little snack box Delta serves for six bucks; too bad you've got to be MacGuyver to get into the thing without tools. Were I smart, I'd have sharpened the corner of the little plastic thermometer/compass dangling off the zipper pull on my turse.

12 comments:

Last time I flew I just carried one of my flintlock rifle flints. No metal, and it doesn't register to the burger-flippers that a square piece of rock is sharp. It works for most things until I can get a $1 WallyWorld knife at my destination.

I sharpened the corner of one of my plastic ID cards from some Association or other. Took five minutes at home with an emery board belonging to the missus. Not much of a knife compared to my Benchmade 710, but..........

I throw a couple pocket-sized screwdrivers (flat & phillips) along with a 4" vise grip into my carry-on. Nobody said nuthin' (tools up to 7" are allowed).Sharpen one side of the flat screwdriver; it's only about a 1/2" long "blade", but...

The Schroedinger Internet is everywhere - but not in the box 1,000 miles out over the Pacific, and you can't verify your iTunes account in order to watch the iMovie you bought instead of the dreck offered by United Airlines...